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Verity Jane
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Verity Jane |
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firejerm Member
since 2000-06-13
Posts 217Springfield, OH, good ol USA |
Verity Jane set out one night cold In January my story is told, Racing home to beat a curfew late At 17 do we have the patience to wait? Foggy, misty, musty, a cool chill The late night silence killed, A rolling country road evil in terrain Which would cause irreversible pain. Had to beat the clock out for sure Or Verity would be allowed out no more, The tiny red cracker box that she drove At 85 jumped a hill and off the road. Mailboxes flew on either side From the oak tree they could not hide, Rear impact then the biggest fire ball Just before midnight we got the call. Car versus tree the driver is pinned It's on fire she's somewhere within. Our truck raced and screamed with speed It could be seen for miles indeed, On arrival I grabbed the line Hoping I had not run out of time. Water sprayed the steam began to fly Her friend who was ejected said Verity is inside, The smoke cleared no one could be found That red car now grey and char brown. We held a light at an angle right It was then we saw the socket of an eye, I had been six inches from her face Yet it had most burned without a trace. Her burned body pryed from the car Has left this deep emotional scar, I got to see pictures of what use to be She was so beautiful for the eye to see, I question my actions and still wonder why That Verity Jane had to die. Jeremy T. Sellers 11/30/00 11:15 PM This happened 8 years ago, but I remember it like yesterday. We take the good and the bad in the fire service  "Those little slices of death, how I loathe them." -Edgar Allen Poe |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
I loved it. It was such a great yet sad poem. Ronil (The sweet sound of summer sends serenity through my soul searching for that evermore solitude.) |
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carolinadreams Member
since 2000-07-20
Posts 142 |
This hurt me. I had a friend that got killed less than half a mile from home. He shouldn't be looking at us now. Can you ever forget that phone call (answering machine), and can you ever remain the same ? 440-452-8094 . Love to all, and hope to all. |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
This sounds like it must have been horrid. It always amazes me how we think of such trivial things as getting home on time, but sacrifice our safety... Very sad, indeed. |
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firecrakker Member
since 2000-10-20
Posts 235Virginia |
On a technical note..I like how you've made this sound like a ballad; it definitely suits the topic.. More personally, I hate that you had to go through something like this (even if it's your job).. Sheila *and forget?? not hardly.. It's kind of like breathing. |
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Hardrock Senior Member
since 2000-02-14
Posts 948New Hampshire, USA |
Jeremy...you have captured very well the things that face those in the fire and EMS services today. Where I faced the horrors of war, you face them in the street...and there is no less impact where you are. Those memories live on with us...we drive a little slower, look a little longer and dance a little faster. Life is so short...make the most of it. Well done. Hardrock |
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